He wanders for over a month in the desert, knowing he’d have to go through three different tests. They’re tests he already knows the answers to, so in theory, he should be able to pass with little to no effort.
But there’s something about the desert that makes it so vast, yet so contained as well, like the way silence builds up into a pile of tension. There’s just so much of a lack of everything except death that makes the right answer seem so wrong and the wrong answer seem reasonable.
But even so, he answers “Yes or No” questions with a sentence, and manages to pass with colours that fly and evapourate in the desert sun.